A fun little bit on my take of the Drapple Fan-Base
Written for the School of Prompts
Prompt: Fasten
Word Count: 245
I saw it. That was all it took for my attention to fasten firmly on it and only it. I could hardly breathe, and with every second it grew harder to do so. I heard a vague sound from the Gryffindor table, but what do I care for Gryffindorks? My hand was shaking as I reached for it. The smooth feeling of it's skin almost did me in. I heard one of my many admirers say something to me, but I didn't care. What did it matter? But I nodded slowly pretending that I had even heard the sentence. Rather, I was astounded by how quickly my mouth filled with saliva. So much of me wanted to lick it. So I did. It tasted vaguely of dirt and I made a note somewhere in the back of my mind to scold the house elves for it. Then I took a bite. The skin resisted me at first, but I was more powerful and soon my teeth dug into the juicy meat. The juices spilled out the sides and my tongue worked quickly to not waste a drop. I ripped the meat away from the body and slowly began to chew. The crunching soon fading as I pulverized it. I swallowed. Delicious.
I glanced up for a moment. I spotted a pair of eyes that matched the color of my fruit. I couldn't help licking my lips. I wouldn't mind taking a bite of that either.